Latoya smirks as no matter how old her daughter seems to get she is always have seen her doing one thing. Removing her cape, hiking up her dress revealing her panties, and then placing herself facedown on her mother's lap. Picking up the hairbrush Latoya allows it to rest on her bottom. "Usually I would give you a bit of a warmup over your dress but this is a serious matter and calls for a serious punishment." Latoya said as she begins to slam the hairbrush down on Isabelle's backside. The sound of wood connecting with flesh fills the room.
Last edited by Willow T Ferret; February 18th, 2021 at 09:22 AM.
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